My Husband’s Mistress Wasn’t the Only Secret

Vaughn’s confidence crumbled. “Celia, listen to me.” I looked at him and said, “You told me I was nothing without you. You were honest.”
Our daughter June appeared, asking if we were poor because of her. I held her and said, “No, sweetheart. We were never poor because of you.”

The investigation froze the accounts and traced the stolen funds. Vaughn was ordered to repay everything. Brielle disappeared once the money was gone.
I kept working hard, not because I had to, but to show my children that even when you lose almost everything, you can still stand back up.
The person who quietly builds everything is usually the one strong enough to rebuild it when it all falls apart.

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